A Cock in the Hand Ch. 07 - Sex Stories

A Cock in the Hand Ch. 07

... way to my cock tip. "Please turn it up sir, it feels so good." I begged.

"Such a good little bitch," He whispered as the dildo switched to high speed and pulsed inside me.

"Oh thank you sir," I gasped. My eyes closed and mouth opened, and I groaned with pleasure. "Feels so good!" I squeaked as my body leaned backward searching for the sweet spot on my prostate.

All of my frustration from being pulled into this by Mark seemed to leave my body as the plastic cock sent pulsing waves of pleasure through my loins. I surrendered to the sensation and spoke in broken gasps of bliss. "Oh fuck, I wish this was your cock inside me. It feels so good. Oh God, I'm gonna come for your. Ah!"

I ground my ass against the seat pushing every bit of the dildo inside me, rubbing the ball against my prostate. "Fuck! I'm coming for you cock, oh my God, coming so hard for your cock!"

My voice squeaked as my prostrate throbbed and my cock pulsed forward and back pumping any cum that remained after my three orgasms since last night. My mouth hung open, and I grunted like an animal as my body jerked uncontrollably while every muscle in my body seemed to contract in wave after wave of unbridled bliss. Coming in this way produced an almost steady stream of cum that oozed out and flowed down my shaft. As my orgasm passed and I regained some composure, I wiggled slowly on the cock in awe of the intensity of what felt like a full body climax.

"CC, that was awesome, my friend, but I must ...

... say I would have expected a lot more Jizz from such an intense orgasm. You haven't disobeyed me, have you?"

"No sir, I've been good!" I exclaimed, like a kid caught with a hand in the cookie jar. He knew! Fuck!

"Stevie, are you telling me the truth?"

Stevie was a new one, he hadn't used it before. It only added to the busted child vibe. "Yes Sir." I replied looking at the floor. Why I continue to lie, was beyond me. But the thought of the spatula on my ass was a terrifying thought.

"I think you protest too much, my friend. I want to see you clean up every drop of cum while I'm watching, and we'll see if you are being truthful."

I began by running my fingers up my shaft collecting it with my fingers. Then I held them up to the camera and made sure he saw it. Next, I sucked them clean and repeated, until I got it all off my cock and ball. After that, I stood up and zoomed in on the toilet seat, showing the puddled spunk in on the seat as close as I could, to make it look as magnified as possible.

"Lap that up and show me your tongue with it." He said matter of factly.

As I complied, I was thankful the surface of the seat looked perfectly clean and the faint smell of cleanser lingered, even through the scent of my jizz. I pooled it onto my tongue and did my best to collect some spit along with it. As I held the phone to capture my tongue curled into a bowl shape pooled with cum, I found myself at yet another new low.

"He barked, I would have thought you'd ...